It’s definitely been a whirlwind of a week again, and everyone deserves a rest this weekend. I met with a lovely parent yesterday and she told me how happy her daughter is at BISS. She said that her daughter came home after around 3 days and said that BISS is her ‘favourite school ever’. This student has moved around different schools, spending the last 18 months in a central Parisian public school where, I am led to believe, the pastoral care is somewhat different. This mum is very happy with what we are doing and even more happy that her daughter is happy. I explained that our central belief is that a happy child is in a position to be a successful child and this extends to our staff. A happy staff is a successful staff and a successful staff means happy and successful students. And so it continues. We are really good at making children happy and what I hope is that we are also successful at making staff ‘happy’. We’re all adults so it is inevitably going to look different to how we do it with children in many ways, however there are still similarities.
I wrote last week about Random Acts of Kindness, how lovely that was and how we should do it more often. What I have been thinking about this week is about how I as the Head of Primary and my (our) PSLT can demonstrate just how valuable each and every one of you are. There is not one job done in this school which does not rely on other people to be successful and we are all part of one big jigsaw. My token of appreciation to you this week is to stop here and just say thank you; I couldn’t do it without you.
Not to break with tradition and share my musical interests this week, I have to admit that Spotify has had a bit of a break, however when I have had it on it has been the Elbow Radio playlist. Currently playing is Shining Light, but before that I was listening to The Lion Sleeps Tonight coming from the dance class in Stage One (I’m guessing the contemporary class rather than the ballet). A definite throwback – I, along with my brother and sister, used to sing this in the back of the car while driving back from my maternal grandparents’ house in West Bromwich in the early 1980s. That song, the smell of malt vinegar on chips (from the chip shop) and pink cream soda from a glass bottle are some of my fondest childhood memories. We only had pop at Nana King’s house (unless it was Christmas), so that’s probably why it was so special despite the sickly sweetness.
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